Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"I'm her fiancé."

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps in front of him that he raised his head to look at the person coming, and a look of alertness appeared on his face.

"It is."

Isn't the agreement that the man of destiny likes to set up a workshop?

Should Qing Yu be killed, or the more useless young disciple of Xianxuan Sect?

"That's right! This guy has been missing for five years. I didn't expect him to come this time! Also, it seems that he is still involved with a female disciple named Feng Ruge from the Seventh Peak."

Originally, this young master of Qingyang had a cousin who was a childhood sweetheart, and their marriage contract was made by their parents.

From the entire seventh peak, there were bursts of shouts.

For a moment, Ling Xiao's eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

It can arouse the resonance of the spiritual treasures in his body, and this young man must have an extremely terrifying good fortune.

On the mountain road, many Southern Border Tianjiao gathered together and talked in a low voice.

"Oh? Are you talking about the former Qingyang evildoer Qingyu?"

Senior sister kept saying that I was not allowed to fall in love, but now my fiancé has come to me.

Now, here I am.

"Huh? Who are you?"

He is still here! !

But later, the Qingyang Department was slaughtered by the Hai Clan, and it fell overnight, and was replaced by another one.

When his eyes fell on Chen Qingshan in front of Qing Yu, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What? Fiance?!"

At the same time, the seventh peak.

"Fiancé? This trash actually has a fiancee of Xianxuanzong?"

Like an ordinary boy.

And the young man in front of him is already a first-rank god, and with such strength, it is impossible to be a mortal.

Probably, the brighter the star, the more attention it will attract when it falls.

Chen Qingshan nodded fiercely and swept towards the hall behind him.

A plainly dressed young man walked slowly, with a touch of moving insistence on his face.

At the time, Qing Yu was still young, and he thought that his cousin had the idea of ​​breaking off the marriage because he had become a crippled person.

"Senior Sister!! Senior Sister!! Your fiance is here!!"

But, why can you watch your clansmen being slaughtered and your father killed, and you are indifferent! ! !

Countless gods cover the sky, the rays of the sun are shining, and the clouds are transformed into auspicious clouds.

"Okay! You wait a moment."

His name is Qing Yu, and he was originally the young master of the Qingyang Department. He was born with dignity. On the day of his birth, he once led Jiu Xing Lianzhu with a vision of thousands of miles.

Chen Qingshan's eyes widened, his expression completely dull.

He's coming he's coming!

Qing Yu's eyes were indifferent, and there was a dusty aura on his body.

Under the entire Xianxuanzong Mountain, giant beasts came one after another, and birds descended from the sky.

Exciting! !

Three thousand luck, Xuanqing level?

"I heard that he went up the mountain this time for a promise made a few years ago!!"

At the same time, in its sea of ​​souls, the Primordial Demon Blade suddenly released the icy magic, and the Soulthirsty Ghost Orb also bloomed with dazzling blood on its own.

"A piece of trash? A young master? A promise from a few years ago?"

Or, is it mortal?

At this time, he did not notice a trace of the power of reincarnation in this Qingyu, and his soul fluctuations were not too strong.

It turned out that I really crossed into a villain's dragon suit! !

The eight young masters, the Southern Border Tianjiao all gathered here, and a grand event was about to kick off.

You are ruthless to me, I don't blame you.

And Qing Yu was also abolished in the war, and became a well-known waste in the southern border.

"It's just a waste, the tribes have been wiped out, what's there to be proud of."

Should not be ah.

But, why is his realm so low?

only! !

This time, Ling Xiao was completely stunned.

Senior Sister has said that anyone who comes to the Seventh Peak to find him will be dismissed. In this way, unnecessary cause and effect can be avoided.

A mysterious light suddenly flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and there were some guesses in his heart.

Coupled with the sarcasm on the faces of the dragons, this person is 80% lucky.

"Have you heard? The original trash master from the Qingyang Department is here too."

In front of the main hall, Chen Qingshan sat cross-legged on the spot, kneading his hands, trying to induce a sense of a red-gold long stick in front of him.

My cousin has a poor background and has been orphaned since childhood, and has been taken care of by the Qingyu people.

It's just that his body has a luck value of up to 4,000.

"Call her out and you'll know when you ask."

"It makes sense, but even if it's ugly, it's more than enough for this trash."

I said that sooner or later, I will come to Xianxuanzong and ask you for an explanation in person.

It's not because of this disciple's template, but at this time, there is still a luck plundering talisman on his body that has not been used.

and! !

Qing Yu's eyes were calm, and there was a touch of indifference on his face.

But why, when the Qingyang Ministry was slaughtered by the powerful demons, I repeatedly sent letters to ask for help, but you were indifferent?

The Qingyang Department was exiled to the south of the Southern Border and lived in the world.

Let me just say, this southern border is so chaotic, how could there not be a few people of destiny?

The dragon sets began to add to the atmosphere, while Ling Xiao stood quietly in front of Gu Lin, looking at the tall and straight young man.

"Impossible? What are the disciples of Xianxuan planning?"

If you ask who is the strongest evildoer in the southern border, everyone in the world will answer.

Broken marriage, waste, a little familiar?

On the fourth day, Xianxuan Zongmen suddenly had a clamor spread throughout.

Could it be the red-gold iron rod in his hand? !

But Chen Qingshan suddenly jumped up, holding a golden stick in his hand, and said in a cold tone, "Aren't you a disciple of Xianxuanzong? Say, who are you."

Divine Marquis Yipin did not comprehend the Dao, nor was it a peerless divine body.

What, never heard from senior sister mention it?

But later, he just learned from his father's mouth that his cousin actually worshipped Xianxuanzong and became the first disciple of the seventh peak.

"Is Feng Ruge here?"

Is it possible that it is the rebirth of the strong again?

In the depths of the hall, Feng Ruge, who had closed her eyes to cultivate, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and her pretty face was clearly filled with a touch of panic.

interesting.

"Are you sure, you are my senior sister Feng Ruge's fiancé?!"

"Feng Ruge? This name is a bit unfamiliar. Eighty percent of it is an ugly monster."

Although this move was ruthless and hurtful, Qing Yu understood her.

"Oh? So interesting? Go and see."

Now, let me see how you stop me from meeting Ci'er again in the future! !

Even on the glazed ancient pagoda, there is a layer of black light, which seems to be breaking out of the palace.

This Qing Yu's life experience is extremely tragic when he hears it.

Behind Qing Yu, Nanjiang Tianjiao came one after another, standing in front of the mountain road, looking at the waste young master with a mocking expression.

But one day, this cousin suddenly disappeared, and cut off the connection with Qingyang Department, only a letter came, announcing the marriage.

At this time, in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, and a smile suddenly burst into the corner of his mouth.

But if you want to say who is the young master of the most wasteful tribe in the southern border, the name of Qingyu is the first to bear the brunt.

Ling Xiao took a step forward, and her figure instantly disappeared in place.

It's also not like a mortal model like Han Zhan, whose cultivation base is low and weak. If you hadn't met Ling Xiao, it would take at least decades to cultivate to the realm of gods.

Without my Qingyang Department, you, Feng Ruge, would have died at the hands of demons long ago! !